You nuzzle her neck and ignore her request for more booze. You slowly begin to unbutton her blouse. Eager to get on with what you must do tonight; What you need to do tonight!
Her blouse soon litters the floor, along with her bra. You push her onto her back, as her flushed face gazes at the ceiling of your room. Her arms outstretched above her head, as she strains under the immense pleasure and arousal she is feeling in her care free state. Her eyes are dilated, as you work upon the rest of her clothing. Your hands, taking occassion to caress her here and there, fondling her breasts, grazing her hot skin. She shudders uncontrollably, in pleasure, as she feels your fingers graze her panty covered pussy.
Her skirt is slowly being worked upon, when suddenly she starts to work out of her drunken stupor. Her body working to make her more sober by counteracting the remainig alcohol in her body.
"Ok, ok. Whoa there." Vanessa gasps, as she feels your hand groping her, her face still flushed and happy. "I ... I think, I should go. I'm sorry."
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With that she quickly pulls her clothes off the floor, puts them on, and leaves your apartment. But, not without a consolating kiss on the cheek, along with her number. "Call me though, ok?" She winks, before disappearing out the door.
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